A black mass of zombie skeletons dripping with sewage was walking from one end of the corridor.
The first one was their old acquaintance - Golden Retriever.
"Hi, everyone, how are you?" Golden Retriever greeted warmly, but his expression showed that he had bad intentions.
"Why are you still alive?" Brother Ji Zhao looked angry. This scum is not dead!
Moreover, these zombies seem to obey him.
"Thanks to her."
The golden retriever stretched out his hands and said like a boss: "Eating that claw actually made these ghosts think that I was the same kind. With my IQ, I could easily conquer them.
So, how do you want to die now? Hahahaha~~I can satisfy you all! "
"Go back to the house." Yuan Qingli ordered decisively.
Even the Sword Immortal might not be able to handle this momentum.
The four people quickly entered the house and locked it.
Yuan Qingli turned around and took off Brother Chicken Claw's bandage: "I'll lend you your hand."
Brother Ji Zha was stunned. This sentence seemed familiar, and...
Sure enough, after Yuan Qingli took it apart, he slapped it with one palm and directly squeezed the broken wound.
"Ah, it hurts..."
Blood overflowed from the newly healed wounds, and a fishy smell filled the air.
A dark wind gradually rose in the room, and a red light seemed to emerge.
There was the sound of nails scratching at the door, accompanied by the arrogant laughter of the golden retriever.
"It's not enough. Lin Shaojie, press it and squeeze in more."
Yuan Qingli took out the ax and rolled up his sleeves. Brother Ji Zhao instantly turned pale: "No!"
"Yuan Qingli, don't!" Lin Shaojie exclaimed, but made no other movements with his hands.
Yuan Qingli slashed her arm with an axe, and her arm was dripping with blood.
Suddenly, there was a bright red light in the room, and the shrine appeared again.
"Quick, look for clues."
"Yes, yes, you will die if you bleed too much." Brother Chicken Claw's blood dripped from his fingers.
Portfolio, writing brush, and spiritual tablet without words. Nothing more.
"Could it be that the names of the people in the portfolio should be written on the spiritual tablets and then worshiped?"
"Lin Shaojie, you write." Yuan Qingli pressed her arm to prevent blood from coagulating. This was the first time she was looking forward to bleeding.
Lin Shaojie's handwriting speed was very fast. Although the fonts crawled like earthworms, he finished writing them at least.
After finishing writing, the red light in the shrine became brighter and brighter, so bright that the four of them could not open their eyes.
A moment later, the originally fixed window actually opened, revealing the bright sunshine outside the window, and the warmth came with it.
"boom!"
The door was torn apart, and Golden Retriever led many ghosts into the house.
"Hahaha, you jump!" Golden Retriever saw the situation clearly and shouted arrogantly.
Yuan Qingli stopped bleeding, and there seemed to be green light flowing behind him, and he could vaguely see the green faces.
"Do you want to stay in this hell forever?" Yuan Qingli stood up and yelled at the zombies and ghosts.
"Do you want to escape from this place? No longer will you be locked here forever like a lonely ghost!"
Many ghosts were illuminated by the warm sunlight, and they seemed to be clear, and they were obviously stunned.
"Let us leave. I will pay homage to you and give you an explanation for your unjust death."
Silence, suffocating silence.
Among the many ghosts, a majestic and low response appeared: "Okay."
"What are you doing? Go up and bite them, go ahead." The golden retriever punched and kicked them from behind, making a muffled sound.
The ghost slowly retreated, and hundreds of eyes were on him, but he still didn't realize it: "Go, come up!"
"Ah, what are you doing, what are you doing, I am your leader...ahhhh!"
The screams surrounded and then gradually disappeared.
"This is our name, remember your promise."
A piece of paper floated from the door, and it was densely packed with words.
Fold the paper and stuff it into your pocket. Yuan Qingli responded in her heart: Definitely.
Suddenly, Yuan Qingli felt a little weak under her feet.
She originally thought she had lost too much blood, but the next moment, the whole building started to shake, as if a naughty child was randomly knocking down the building blocks that had been finally put together.
It was just gentle at first, like an aftershock.
